If one asks her about the Forsworn, she will tell the Dragonborn that the only thing she knows about them is that they broke her heart. She will say that a great number of her friends and her kin were lost because they joined the Forsworn.

"A little bit of old Reach magic can cure whatever ills you...."The "Hag's Cure." That's a unique name."Comes with living to a ripe old age, people start thinking there's something magical about you. Then, the insults. Still, a little knowledge of plants and potions can get you by. Not that anyone likes to admit buying things from you. See? I even have a little potion for the Steward. Mind handing it over to him? Just say it should solve that problem he has."

I'll make sure he gets it."Thank you."

I don't have time right now."Pity."

What do you know about the Forsworn?"We'd be better off without the Silver-Bloods. They send their brute, Yngvar, to shake some coins from me every few days. And Betrid Silver-Blood is always asking for more potions to fuel Thonar's 'ambitions.' Gives him a temper fiercer than any bear." Asking her if she knows about the Forsworn will result in a sadder reply: "Only that they break an old woman's heart. So many friends, so many kin, all lost trying to rebuild a past that was over long ago."

Bothela: "No, no girl. It's the picked spider tongue and then the decayed taproot. Do it the other way, and your cure turns into a poison."Muiri: "There's just so much to memorize. How am I supposed to remember what goes where for every single herb?"Bothela: "You will. Until then, you'll taste every potion you make before you sell it."

Muiri: "Bothela, I have a question...."Bothela: "You want to know a secret of mine, young girl? The most effective poison to kill a man? A potion to make others fall in love, perhaps?"Muiri: "I was actually just wondering if you had any family...."Bothela: "Oh. Oh, I see...."Muiri: "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't...."Bothela: "I have one. A nephew. He's in prison for being a member of the Forsworn."Muiri: "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."Bothela: "Don't be. We all make mistakes."

Bothela: "Stop moping about, girl. Tears won't change what you've done."Muiri: "I was such a fool. How could I let him use me like that?"Bothela: "We all get used, dear. It's living with it that makes you a woman."